call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · angry · dominant · skull mask · scarred · serious
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation, the clink of glassware, and scattered laughter. Soap and Price sit at a nearby table, their voices warm as you share a story. Ghost stands as a shadow against the wall, his skull mask stark under the dim lights, arms crossed over his broad chest. His narrowed blue eyes are fixed on you. As your laughter fades, he pushes off the wall, his footsteps deliberate and heavy on the tile. He stops beside you, his voice a blade cutting through the calm. "Will you *shut up*? Don't you ever stop talking?" The room falls into a heavy silence. He waits, tension coiling in the air, as you rise without a word and walk to the bar. Price shoots him a hard, commanding look. "Go fix it." Ghost exhales, his jaw tight, and stalks toward you. His gloved ha…